I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 237: Guangmingding, here I come!
"If Master can reach the Bright Summit, we will have a chance to see who is better. See you later."

The Sky Eagle Sect and the Five Elements Flag have never been on good terms. Today, King Yin Ye had no intention of rescuing the Flood Flag. He just wanted to show off the Sky Eagle Sect's power in front of the six major sects.

The matter here was settled, and King Yin Ye immediately led the Sky Eagle Sect members away without paying any attention to the Flood Flag members. Tang Yang, the flag bearer of the Flood Flag, also did not express his gratitude, saying that the Five Elements Flag did not accept this favor.

Although Nun Miejue was indignant, as things had come to this point, it would be redundant to say anything more.

Therefore, he glared at Zhang Wuji who was interfering, then turned around and ran westward, followed closely by the disciples of Emei Sect.

"Brother Song, take care."

When Zhou Zhiruo passed by Song Qingshu, she greeted him in a low voice.

She originally thought that there was a rift between the Emei and Wudang sects because of her careless words, and she felt anxious and uneasy. Fortunately, Song Qingshu took the initiative to step forward today and ease the relationship.

"Junior Sister Zhou, be careful on the road."

Song Qingshu answered casually, most of his mind was thinking about the next plan. Zhang Wuji, who was not far away from the two of them, felt that Zhou Zhiruo looked more and more familiar. When he heard the words "Junior Sister Zhou", he finally recognized her.

"She is the little girl who fed me by the Han River. I remember that Master Tai wanted to take her back to Wudang Mountain. How come she has become a disciple of the Emei Sect now?"

When Zhang Wuji thought of this, his eyes became hot and he couldn't help but ask Song Qingshu if his grandmaster was okay. However, seeing that there were so many people around, he finally didn't say a word.

"Qingshu, let's go too."

After the Emei Sect left, they also stopped staying at Kunlun, Huashan and Kongtong. Yin Liting came to Song Qingshu and signaled him to quickly return to Yixianxia to meet up with Song Yuanqiao and others.

"Yes."

"Brother Song Song, did you see the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao passing by here just now, holding a young girl hostage?"

When Zhang Wuji saw his sixth uncle Yin Liting with gray hair on his temples, he still didn't dare to recognize him at this time. He turned his head and asked in a hoarse voice.

Song Qingshu knew what he was worried about, but he didn't point it out. He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction where Wei Yixiao left. "He went to the southwest. If you want to chase him, you have to be careful of his Ice Palm."

"Thank you, Brother Song."

Zhang Wuji was protected by the Nine Yang Magic Art, so the injury he suffered was not a serious matter. He was also worried that his cousin Zhu'er would be harmed by Wei Yixiao, so after bowing and thanking him, he continued to chase Wei Yixiao.

Yin Liting followed the people from the six major sects and headed westward. He and Song Qingshu had been out for a day and a night, and the eldest senior brother must be worried.

"Qingshu, when did you achieve such a profound cultivation level? You even surpass Sixth Uncle."

Song Qingshu first forced Wei Yixiao to retreat, and then exchanged three moves with Zeng Aniu. The martial arts he displayed were completely different from before.

As his uncle, Yin Liting was naturally happy for him, but who knew that Song Qingshu, who was supposed to follow behind him, had not responded yet.

"Qingshu? Qingshu!"

Yin Liting looked back, only to find that Song Qingshu had disappeared.

"It turns out that Zhu'er is my cousin. She even killed my uncle's concubine. No wonder she has been hiding from my uncle."

After Zhang Wuji parted ways with Song Qingshu, he headed in the southwest direction as Song Qingshu had said. Ever since he returned from the deep valley where he obtained the Nine Yang Divine Art, he had encountered too many people and things in the past few days.

"Since Uncle Yin and Senior Brother Song are here, then Senior Uncle and the others must be here too. Do the Wudang Sect and the Ming Cult have to fight to the death?"

"Zhu'er has fallen into the hands of the blood-sucking demon Wei Yixiao. If he bites her, she will be dead."

The sun was shining brightly as Zhang Wuji ran alone in the desert. All kinds of thoughts were surging in his mind. Sometimes he thought that he might as well live in the valley for the rest of his life. Sometimes he thought that he had to save Zhu'er no matter what.

"When he rests, I don't rest. When he sleeps, I don't sleep. Even if I have to reach the horizon, I will catch up with him."

Zhang Wuji made up his mind, shook his head vigorously, and put all his thoughts on getting on the road. The skills he had gained from practicing the Nine Yang Manual over the years finally came in handy. Although he was running until his mouth was dry, he did not feel tired at all. Instead, he felt more and more energetic.

However, he ran from morning to late at night, watching the sun in the sky replace the moon, but he still did not find any trace of Wei Yixiao.

"Since I haven't seen Zhu'er's body, it means she is still alive. She must be waiting for me to save her. I have to run faster!"

Zhang Wuji was convincing himself not to give up when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. But when he turned around, there was no sign of anyone.

"who?"

"who?"

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

No matter what Zhang Wuji said, the voice would imitate him, but there was a bit of kindness and smile in the tone, and they didn't seem like enemies.

"Who are you anyway?"

"It's hard to say."

Seeing that this person finally answered, Zhang Wuji immediately asked, "Why can't I say it?"

"It's just that it's not possible to explain. Why are there so many reasons?"

Zhang Wuji noticed that this person was talking nonsense and seemed to be beating around the bush, so he simply ignored him and prepared to continue on his way.

But just as he was about to move, his vision suddenly went dark, and his whole body was suspended in the air, as if he was trapped in a huge pocket.

"You are also a member of the Ming Cult!"

Zhang Wuji was panicked and couldn't help punching and kicking, but the pocket was very strange and no matter how hard he pulled or bit it, he couldn't exert any strength.

"At least you have some vision, it's worth it for me to use this precious Qiankun Yiqi Bag to capture you."

Monk Shuo Bu De laughed and carried the Qiankun Qi Bag onto his shoulders. He stopped talking and no matter how Zhang Wuji struggled and shouted inside, he hurried towards Guangmingding.

"With Zhang Wuji in this pocket, the task is half done."

When the figure of Monk Shuo Bu De gradually walked away, a man slowly followed from behind. It was Song Qingshu, whom Yin Liting could not find.

Song Qingshu intended to have Zhang Wuji integrate the Ming Cult, so he had to get the Qiankun Qi Bag. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to perfect the Nine Yang Divine Art, let alone learn the Qiankun Da Neng Shift.

Zhang Sanfeng's master, Master Jueyuan, practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art but was unable to perfect it and eventually died of exhaustion.

However, there is only one Qiankunyiqi bag in the world, and no one else will be able to get such an opportunity except Zhang Wuji. This is also part of the reason why Song Qingshu did not go to look for the Nine Yang Divine Art.

Therefore, Song Qingshu first followed Zhang Wuji from a distance, and now it was Monk Shuo Bu De who led the way. With his level of cultivation, he naturally did not have to worry about being discovered, he just had to act carefully.

Just like this another three or four hours passed, from midnight to dawn, with the two sides walking in front and behind, and everything remained peaceful.

"If there is no one to lead the way, it would be extremely difficult to find such a hidden path leading directly to Guangmingding."

From a distance, Song Qingshu watched Monk Shuo Bu De heading towards a steep mountain. The halfway point of the mountain was covered with snow, and the terrain must be steep and difficult to travel on.

"After a hundred years, I finally came to this Bright Summit."

(End of this chapter)